(January 25, 2007)
...It’s 6 pm and I’m saying goodbye to her at her dorm room. If it had been anyone else I wouldn’t have made the 2 mile walk through the cold. The place is so messy. She’s fully dressed, but her dirty laundry is all over the floor. Her heater is broken, making the heat of the room almost unbearable. She’s lying next to me and we aren’t talking. We’ve been looking into each others eyes for what feels like an eternity now.
It’s kind of scary; I’ve never been in love before...
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